Tissues

What a night that was last night...did you know that there isn't much of a difference between the toilet paper and the kleenex we have here at CG? The only one I can discern is the different packaging the two tissues have.

Both of the neighborhood parishes I have ever lived near have had perpetual adoration. How lucky can a girl get? It makes 1:00 am trips to a chapel much more fesible.

New problem: I keep forgetting to eat. Its not like I don't want to, I just can't seem to remember to get in three meals a day. By the time I remember I've forgotten I'm no longer hungry. Plus, sometimes I honestly cannot remember the last time I ate. Last night at 2:30 am I ate scrambled eggs. At five this afternoon I had tato-skins at Scooters. Thats all I'm really sure of in the recent past...

This weekend a priest and Nina from the Binz (our caf) both called my cell phone. It makes me feel famous-ish.

When I came home from Starbucks Jen came into my room looking for one of her shoes. It was in my closet. This doesn't exactly make sense to me since I didn't borrow it and she doesn't often go in my closet...or so I thought.

Lately I've been doing tons of real journaling...like pen and paper in a notebook. Its nice...cleansing...whatever. It works for me.
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